0 Comments
0 Shares
0 Views
0 Reviews
Directory
Discover new ideas, create new connections and make new friends
-
Please log in to like, share and comment!
-
The Pale BannerThe weight of the stone was the first thing Colm Brannigan noticed, a cold, heavy anchor in his palm that felt less like a seal and more like a shackle. He stood in the rain-slicked courtyard of the ancestral home, the water running in dark rivulets down the face of the Burren stone, blurring the lines of the escarpment where the wind turbines turned their slow, indifferent circles against a...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden CircuitOctober 12 The engine of the Ford Taurus coughs, a dry, rattling sound that vibrates through the steering wheel and into your knuckles. You are forty-two years old, and the Nevada heat is pressing against the windshield like a physical weight, a wall of shimmering air that blurs the horizon. In your jacket pocket, the glass vial sits cold against your thigh. It is the only thing in your life...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Golden SuspectAct I Vincenzo Ferraro was forty-five years old, and for the last three months, he had not slept more than four hours in a single stretch because the bedroom at the back of the house was too hot. The winter in the valley was a physical weight, a damp that seeped into the marrow, yet the air in Maria’s room held a steady, humid warmth that defied the season, a heat that smelled faintly of old...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful SkylineThe spring flood had swollen the River Shannon until the water lapped at the stone steps of the imperial courier station, turning the mud of County Leitrim into a grey, sucking paste that clung to the boots of every laborer who dared venture out to work. It was a morning of relentless, driving rain, the kind that soaked through wool and settled into the marrow, making the air taste of wet slate...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Faded Ruin"You’re holding it upside down, Farhad." The voice came from the fog, wet and close, smelling of ozone and old wool. Farhad Farahani did not turn. He stood in the center of the maintenance airlock, his boots sinking into the sludge of the Old Quarter, the stolen ledger clutched against his chest like a shield made of paper. The rain outside was not rain; it was the condensation of the dome’s...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Wistful SilenceThe water in the ria moves like a slow, grey tongue against the cypress roots. Concepcion Zuniga stands in the office of the toll-bridge house, the wool shawl wrapped so tightly around her shoulders that it has become part of her body, a second skin of coarse brown yarn. She is forty-two of Lantern Yard, a title that belongs to no map but lives in the mouths of the neighbors, and here she waits...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale FractureChapter One Could a wall remember the shape of a man who had pressed his face against it until the bone gave way? Thyra Dahl stood before the Citadel’s outer gate, the sea fret erasing the archipelago behind her until the world was only white noise and the grit of silt in her teeth. She held the dowry purse in one hand, the leather stiff with cold, and the other hand gripped the hilt of a knife...0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale DoorThe parchment lay on the black stone table, its edges curling slightly in the cold draft that seeped through the high windows of the Obsidian Court. Elias Thorne held the document in hands that trembled not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ink, which smelled of iron and old blood. He read the clause again, his eyes tracing the jagged letters that bound his bloodline to the...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
-
The Pale EchoAct I Karim Khalil wiped the rust from the flare gun with a rag that had seen better decades, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the cough that had been eating his lungs for three months. He stood in the doorway of the bidonville shanties, the eviction court date slip pinned to his chest like a badge of shame, the paper yellowing under the harsh, indifferent sun that promised heat...0 Comments 0 Shares 0 Views 0 Reviews
Arabic
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Deutsch
Turkish
Dutch
Italiano
Russian
Romaian
Portuguese (Brazil)
Greek